Luyện nghe bài hát I Will Become The Reaping

Like maggots, they breed with headlines, the wounds in breathless cadavers.
Mirror and aimed for gold. Now watch a terror turn on its own.
They race. And race to the carcass rot to feed.
And just past decay, this design delivers life, but prefer to play cancer.
In chase for the sky, uprise. In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot.
They cut like the butchers, with pride as their cleavers, as the tide their shores.
They never listened we screamed, "Wash the blood from your hands.
Rip off the veils. Wash the from your hands and run, see what you forgot."
Then the clouds met the as the cyclones began.
In charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns.
As the stone from their broke legs as they crawled.
The had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall.
Six eyes the night and now...
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 knives your new ending.
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white your new ending.
With every slaughter bring kingdom home.
every slaughter bring your kingdom home.
How are we deserving this we are feeling?
How are we deserving pain with healing?
And on trails symphonies of agony...
Cant you see? We're demanding self-pity.
to the moves of the things surrounding.
We're the ones, the only ones who keep from growing.
One day the reaping will return, and be butchers no more.
Bring this slaughter home, and send everything